Summer’s here, and for California, that means the start of fire season. I’m not going to lie to you people: the summer in Los Angeles here has been bizarre this year: lingering marine layer, cooler-than-average temperatures, and the annoying aspect of having to wear sleeves and socks more often than I care to are just a few examples of what’s been going on. The only thing that indicates it’s Summer (besides glancing at a nearby calendar) is breaking news of a wildfire.
Usually the Summer season brings to mind the image of sprinkler parties, frozen treats, fireworks, picnics, and roasting marshmallows over an open heat source (in my case, over the electric stove at home – I didn’t do much camping outside of Girl Scouts).
Mind you, fires are no laughing matter. However (and this is just another reason why I’m going to Hell), it’s the start of the blazing season that’s got this little ditty running in the back of my head:
How on Earth did you start thinking about this? is one question you may be asking me. What kind of f*cked up person are you?! might be another. And while these are valid questions, you cannot deny that this catchy tune makes for the perfect summer Retro Crush. So get ready to make some s’mores, and if for some reason you see twelve ladybugs neatly lined up outside of your door, check and make sure you paid for fire insurance.
[Retro Bunker] Ladybug Picnic
– August 5, 2010Posted in: Retro Bunker


I’m just glad you finally posted this, since it has been lingering in the “draft” file for a week or two now.
Stay Flame Retardant!
Decent half-assery takes time, like cheap domestic beer.
I’m just glad you’re revisiting my childhood, so I don’t have to.
Ahhh lahhhhh… and they all played games, at the ladybugs picnic… whooo!